Hide and seek in the garden,
Behind the trees I'll be laughing at you,
Walking the other way,
Headed towards the lake,
And I can't believe you've fallen,
Hysterically, appaulingly, I'm rolling on the floor.
Dry yourself off now we're making,
A fire for marshmellow tasting,
You say the world is a funny place,
'Til everything goes your way,
And I play guitar by the fire.
As you're passing round bottles of cider,
'Til we're rolling on the floor,
And we've let our hair down.
Get up, get up,
We're painting flowers,
All over our faces just for show,
Sit down, chill out,
We're taking hours,
We'll cover the bases as we go.
Feel the sun on your skin,
I just want you to let your hair loose my dear.
Oh my dear.
Sing along to the music,
Write a song about something stupid,
You see the sound always follows me,
The rhythym it swallows me,
I get to feeling quite tipsy,
Incredibly all dipsy,
Until I'm falling to the floor,
And I've let myself go.
Get up, get up,
We're painting flowers,
All over our faces just for show,
Sit down, chill out,
We're taking hours,
We'll cover the bases as we go.
Feel the sun on your skin,
I just want you to let your hair loose my dear.
Oh my dear.
Get up, get up,
We're painting flowers,
All over our faces just for show,
Sit down, chill out,
We're taking hours,
Cover the bases as we go.
Feel the sun on your skin,
I just want you to let your hair loose my dear.
Oh my dear.
- 专辑：Telling Tales
- 歌手：Leddra Chapman
- 歌曲：Summer Song
